What is the beauty of a thing if others do not take pleasure in it.

This mind is continuous and ever taxing, Sleep is an endeavoring luxury for the carnivorous mind

Love is giving without desiring, it's giving without requiring, but know that it will be returned. Maybe not as expected, but as needed

There is nothing quite so beautiful as the written word -worn as a jewel, adorning the segmented lines of papyrus".

Absence of conflict creating intents is itself Moksh (Ultimate Liberation).

It is hard to draw any line between compassion and love.

Hope is my guideline, happiness is my purpose, and love is my life’s strength and power.

The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.

What you said was true. we don't live or love in a vacuum. There are people around us who care about us who would be hurt, maybe destroyed if we let ourselves feel what we might want to feel.

I don't have sociopathic tendencies!

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

People are pretty respectful for the most part.

Popular art is the dream of society; it does not examine itself.